Looking at the bruises and blood on the body. How do one forget?
It is bleeding, how is it still bleeding?.
But yet, yeah... It is still hurting. My heart is aching.
I am tired. Tired of all this..
When can I be safe, feel safe?
I badly need a hug, just hold me tight. Take me somewhere safe.
I am getting hurt, I am hoping to survive the war. I don't wanna give up this fight.
Even... even when my strength is drained. My will is slowly dying. I feel exhausted.
Spent from the weary.
Who am I to talk to all this about? Where someone will not judge, not showing any disgust..
Where someone will be understanding and shield me from all the hurt and the pain and not stab me from the back or slather me with poison, slow working poison.
Trapped in thoughts, I wish it would just leave...
I am trying to walk out from the shadows and my nightmares.
I am struggling but I am working not to give up.